All Chapters of The Beta's Temptation : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Cole's POV I grip my gun with shaking fingers and drag in a breath that burns all the way down to my lungs as footsteps close in from every direction.They think I’m finished. They think the blood on the ground means I’m done.I force my teeth together and push through the pain, because pain has never been the thing that stopped me. I’ve been shot before. I’ve been stabbed before. I’ve bled on colder floors than this.Back when I was still Don CK to them.Back when the Italian underworld whispered my name like a curse.They used to call me Il Capo dei Capi — the boss of bosses and I didn’t earn that name by dying easily.“Come on then,” I mutter under my breath, lifting my gun as shadows of more men rush closer.The first guard comes around the corner fast, confident, thinking I’m weak. I fire before he can even raise his weapon. He drops hard, his body slamming into the wall behind him.Another one shouts something in Italian.I don’t care what he says.I pivot and shoot again, the

Cole's POV I have been pacing the hospital hallway all night. Back and forth. Back and forth. Sometimes I stop and sit on the cold metal chair, elbows on my knees, head in my hands, staring at the floor like it might give me answers. Other times I shoot back up again, my body unable to stay still, my chest tight like something is squeezing my lungs from the inside. The lights overhead hum softly, too bright, too clean, too calm for what is happening inside me. Lior’s room is just a few steps away. Every time I look at that door, my stomach twists. He survived. That should be enough but it isn’t. The explosion… the sound… the way he clung to me afterward, shaking so hard I thought his bones would break… and then the silence. He hasn’t said a single word since. No crying. No screaming. No calling for me. His eyes were just wide eyes and silent. I stop pacing again and rake a hand through my hair, my fingers trembling. “Fuck,” I whisper. The door finally opens. I freeze as

Cole's POV I pushed the wardrobe door in the room open and gestured for Raid to follow, my body tensing as the dim hallway beyond came into view. The wardrobe wasn’t just a piece of furniture—it was a hidden door, a secret exit that only a few like me knew about in a clubhouse like this. I didn’t even hesitate; this was what years of running and surviving had trained me for.We slipped through the doorway as we stepped outside. I could even get a good look around before the crack of gunfire tore through the silence. A bullet smashed against the wall inches from my head. I instinctively shoved Raid down, my shoulder taking the wind of the shot, my pulse skyrocketing.“Careful,” I hissed, my teeth clenched as I scanned the street below. We moved slowly, almost crawling along the shadowed alley before we stopped as they came face to face with us.Fully armed, at least a dozen men, blocking the exit with automatic rifles, pistols and tactical vests. They didn’t even flinch when they

Cole's POV “Let go of me,” she snapped immediately, her voice sharp and shaking with anger as she struggled against my grip.“I can’t, Esme,” I said, my voice low and rough, my chest rising fast as everything inside me spiraled out of control, and before I could think, before I could stop myself, I crashed my lips against hers.The second our mouths touched, my entire body reacted like the bond never broke, like nothing had ever changed between us, like she was still mine and I was still hers. It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Mate bonds didn’t work this way. When they broke, everything was supposed to go silent, numb, empty.But ever since she rejected me, it had only gotten worse.I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t touch another woman without feeling nothing. And now, kissing her felt like lighting a fire inside my chest that refused to die.She froze for one second, just one, and then she shoved hard at my chest, her palm slamming into my wound

Cole's POVI shoved the bedroom door open, and right before my eyes, Shawn was pounding into Raid like never before. The sight hit me hard, freezing me in place as I took it all in. Shawn had Raid bent over the edge of the bed, his pants down around his ankles, and he was thrusting deep and fast, his hands gripping Raid's hips tight. Raid's face was pressed into the sheets, his moans coming out muffled but loud, his body rocking with every powerful slam. Okay, nobody had fucking told me that Shawn was bi and Raid was gay. I stood there in the doorway, my mind racing to catch up, but my body wouldn't move as I watched them go at it.Shawn was shirtless, his muscles flexing with each thrust, sweat glistening on his back as he drove into Raid harder. "Fuck, you feel so good," Shawn groaned, his voice rough and low, leaning forward to bite at Raid's shoulder. Raid pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, his hands clutching the sheets like he needed something to hold onto. "Hard